Trackers NW Blog

5 thoughts for family connection
14th
May

I grew up in an Italian family. A big one. My identity is wrapped up in mia familia. Here are 5 thoughts that could help strengthen those bonds so important to all of us... 1) Make a family recipe book. Simply ask everyone, including Uncle Earl, for their favorite recipe. If you're food snob, don't be so quick to judge; include Aunt Sofie's popcorn balls in spite of that. Then take it to the printer, adding a cover with a photo or drawing of Great Grandma's house. My family did it. It was called…

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10 simple things
14th
May

10 simple things you can do the improve your village's relationship to the land. 1) Go fishing every other week during the summer. For every fish you catch, promise to put 2 back in its place. Don't worry, you'll find a way. 2) Gather spring greens: nettles, dandelions and other "weeds". Come back to that patch year after year. See how your…

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Choosing camp instructors
7th
May

I realized I could do something very important with today's blog. I want to better inform parents about how we choose the instructors responsible for the well being of their children. Here are some important things to know about the people we hire. The ones we all trust to protect and care for our kids. Getting in is hard, nigh on impossible…

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Middle Earth Cascadia style
6th
May

In the beginning pages of Lord of the Rings you find a map. One etched in mythic lines, divided into iconic lands with a timeless past. The world of Cascadia is another fantastical landscape that extends from Northern California into Alaska. Throughout it lies great mountains, vast deserts, rugged coastlines and a lush green valley. In reading…

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The obsidian knife
28th
April

What is the purpose of a blade made from black volcanic glass? When you flake pieces from obsidian, removing bits to find an arrowhead or knife, you fashion edges up to one molecule thick. It would shatter if you tried to carve wood with it. No, this edge is meant to cut something else. A much more visceral part of survival. As we butcher…

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Walking backwards
28th
April

As a teen I once walked barefoot in my garden. Dirty feet and hands. The smell of garlic in the sun. My non-high school tenure was a three-quarter acre Eden blossoming from my parent's backyard. Every day, for all day no one told me what to do. For hours I would sit, step slowly and listen for what was coming next. Each action and movement…

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